Unfortunately for me, I landed behind the beast instead of in front of him. That meant I was facing the back of the alleyway, and not the entrance. Even more unfortunate, my skull smacked against the stone wall on my way down to the pavement, causing me to feel nauseous and dizzy.
“You fucking stabbed me!” my attacker shouted in a voice so deep and gravelly it sounded practically inhuman.
Momentarily dazed, my gaze travelled upward to see his face. Shock, and absolute panic, coursed through me. It wasn’t Will, or even a random junkie, standing in front of me now. It was someone I never would have expected.
“Garrett?” I queried, too confused and wounded to understand why he’d done it. “Why are you doing this?”
“You made me bleed, you cunt!” The man yowled, glancing down at the weeping wound like I’d kicked him and not stabbed him so deep that the injury had no chance of closing on its own. “Now I’m going to make you bleed. Not just from that pretty little neck of yours, but from that unclaimed cunt that’s been teasing me with its sweet scent all night long.”
My right stiletto heel cracked and broke against the cobblestone as I awkwardly tried to find my feet. My ankle went with it, twisting at a funny angle. Pain shot down the length of my leg. My dress, now covered in the filth of spilled drinks and whatever else coated the trash-filled ground of this alleyway, had ridden up around my waist, exposing my thong and my entire ass with it.
Tears began to run down my cheeks from the pain of my twisted ankle and the revelation that Alice’s would-be boyfriend was trying to assault me.
Scuttling forward on my hands and knees, I tried to escape the alleyway. Garrett, however, was too quick. Just as I was passing him, his fingers snarled in my hair and cruelly yanked me backward.
“I can’t take the smell,” he hissed, as he began to vibrate with some unspoken emotion. “I need it. I need inside of you right this second!”
What the fuck was this guy high on? It must be something new on the market. A powerful mix between meth and bath salts because Garrett was acting like a fucking crazed monster right about now.
In a last-ditch effort to save myself, I kicked out my left foot. The one that was still encased in my blood red stiletto. The pointed heel made direct contact with Garrett’s balls and sank several inches into the soft, vulnerable pouch there.
Tossing back his head, the man let out a primitive, gut wrenching screech. If I had any doubt that I’d hit him square in the family jewels before that second, the quality of that scream assured me I had.
Rallying far faster than was humanly positive after such a solid blow, Garrett staggered forward, then began to vibrate from head to toe. Slumping to the ground, he began to seize like an epileptic, then collapsed onto his side.
My theory that he’d taken some freaky drug was becoming more and more plausible with each one of his erratic movements. It was one of the scariest things I’d ever seen.
Garrett’s whole body quaked and shivered. He began to jerk so fast my eyes were having a hard time keeping up with him. That’s when it happened. He became one big blur, and that blur was continually changing with every frantic gyration. Morphing into something I couldn’t quite make out.
I blinked, and it was over. The bartender from Maverick’s was no more. In his place was a huge, white wolf.
The wolf got to his feet and shook his powerful head. Blood, thick and oozing, trickled down his leg as he stalked toward me.
Crab crawling backward, I attempted to put space between me and the wolf as my brain frantically tried to process what I’d just witnessed. Then, I hit a sickeningly solid force behind me. It was the enclosed wall that heralded the end of this doomed escape attempt, both literally, and figuratively, for me.
That’s when I heard it. A second rumbling. A growl even more fierce than the one in front of me. In the light of the full moon above, I saw a beautiful, majestic animal take form in the mouth of the alleyway.
A second wolf.
The animal formally known as Garrett began to bristle and whipped about to stare down the larger wolf. Both creatures sized each other up, then pounced, colliding with one another in midair like foes from a very Grimm fairy tale.
Ethan
I smelled her in the air before I ever even saw her. Her scent was unreal. A mixture between the most familiar and the most pleasurable fragrance I could ever imagine. My mouth watered as the notes of her personal perfume wafted overme. I could practically taste her pussy on my tongue, feel her cunt gripping my cock, as the delicious aroma curled into my nostrils and down my itchy throat.
I had to stop thinking this way. Millie was only a young woman. Too young for me. And my best friend’s daughter to boot. She was off limits. Only mine to protect, not to taste, touch, and fuck, as much as my body might wish otherwise.
At nineteen, Millie knew next to nothing about the world, least of all about her heritage. One that had been forced upon her at birth. Because of that, her world was about to change in ways she’d never imagined possible.
Compared to my thirty-five years, Millie was still just a child, but none of that mattered to my dick. It was so hard, it felt like I was about to burst some blood vessels if I didn’t get some much-needed relief. Her smell was driving my inner wolf wild. It whispered how close she was to triggering her shifter form. How I should be the one to extinguish the fire that would soon rage within her and call to every available alpha to fight for the chance to claim her.
I’d been following Millie all night. Actually much longer than that, if I was being honest. Since her father’s death, I’d been keeping tabs on the girl. It had been a promise I’d made to her old man before he’d tragically died two years ago, and I’d been left her secret benefactor.
Tonight, however, something had changed with Millie, and I wasn’t just talking about the sexy new clothes and heels, either. Her scent was different. More pungent. She might not know it yet, but she was at the start of her cycle. Her heat. And that delicious smell would draw in ware shifters from all corners of the city at a dangerous rate if I didn’t get to herfirst. Before she unexpectedly became a wolf for the first time.
When she and her friends had gone into Maverick’s, I’d hung back and waited outside. To my surprise, Millie had left the bar shortly after she’d entered. Even more surprising, she’d been alone.
Putting some distance between us, I tried to figure out what she was doing. Did she have a fight with her friends? Was she sick? Why the hell was she walking the streets of this dangerous city alone? All important questions I planned on getting answers to, as soon as I got her pretty little ass back to my cabin.
